Men.
Men men men.
What a filthy taste on your pristine lips.
Your eyes look so cold,
A warmth is hidden.
But I see it when you talk to your girlfriends.
That's the real you.
And me. When will I be one too?
When will I be just like you?
Like a noble diamond
Without this manhood to taint me;
Without this courseness to faint me
Like a rag you threw away.
Secret is, I might have loved you.
But I also hate you deep inside.
Maybe if you raped me
It would show a weakness,
SOMETHING behind where you hide.
Something true for me to love
Without the lies of silence.
So what now?
Should I pretend to be gay?
Show you I understand?
Tell you I don't understand?
So what then?
Should I love how you hate me?
Let you just bait me?
Because I'm weak like a woman.
But women are so strong.
Why do I have to play that game of revenge
With you and all of history?
It's not my fault. I wasn't there.
So stop living in the past
And embrace a future of equality
Where I am allowed to be a man
And be respected as more than just an animal.
